Meta(In)Stability

All my friends. All my comrades. All people who I would give my life for. All people who I wouldn't trade for the world all gave up on me the moment the chips came out.

They didn't believe me when I tried to explain.

They didn't believe me when I tried to gather evidence.

They didn't believe me when I said I was innocent.

They didn't believe me. The few who I thought would stay by my side no matter how hard it got all gave up on me without hesitation.

And now I have nothing left.

Everything I did, every bone I broke, every blade I chipped, every hit I took was training to become strong enough to stand by them, and if they gave up on me.

Then why should I continue on?

"I plead...Guilty your honor."

(Disclaimer - I have no idea what I'm doing but I'm doing it anyway. - AU! Obviously - Major Cringe Warning! - Slight Crossover!)